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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: fog-muffled windings.
"Mrs. Boyne, you're not very well. Shall I call somebody? Shall
I get a glass of water?"
"No, no, no!" She threw herself toward him, her hand frantically
clenching the newspaper. "I tell you, it's the man! I KNOW him!
He spoke to me in the garden!"
Parvis took the journal from her, directing his glasses to the
portrait. "It can't be, Mrs. Boyne. It's Robert Elwell."
"Robert Elwell?" Her white stare seemed to travel into space.
"Then it was Robert Elwell who came for him."
"Came for Boyne? The day he went away?" Parvis's voice dropped
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